Genius (ohshc x reader fanfic)

Chapter 3: Introductions and a Host Club

"I'm Kitsune Maru, new scholarship student." Under the hood I was wearing, I was able to peek out to see my class stare at me strangely.
"W-well M-mr. Kitsune, p-please introduce y-yourself." I nodded at the male teacher, who I recall was named Ikoruso, Harukso.

I turned forward to look straight at the class of 1-a, showing my *brown eyes. I pulled my hood back to reveal my entire face. All the female student's faces flared up, making the temperature in the room rise up, I estimate, 30 degrees. "Hello, everyone. My name is Kitsune, Maru, or you can call me Maru. Eh, I'm 16 years old and-uh, I was born and raised in America until I moved here at age ten. Eh, that's about as much as I want you to know and that I know I'm sure of. Please take care of me." I bow slightly once I was finished. My teacher cleared his throat to speak once again, but this time without a stutter. "You will sit on the right side behind Mr. Fujioka. Mr. Fujioka, please raise your hand."
I watch the cluster of blushing female students and awed male students to glance across a pair of orange headed twins, and in between them, a student that clearly looks like a girl, raised their hand.

I nodded my thanks to Mr. Ikoruso, then made my way toward my seat. The stares followed me, but I remained unfazed as I sat down. With another clear of his throat, Mr. Ikoruso started attendance.

•••timeskip brought to you by me•••

Throughout the day, I've noticed Haruhi was in each and every class I was in. Suddenly, the final bell signaling that my final class ended, I watch as the person in front of me leave to then show Haruhi packing her books as well. I stood up and walked over to the front of her desk to then crouch a bit to be at her eye level. "You're Kotoko's kid, huh? Why are you a guy? Gender mix or something? It's so clear that you're a girl, with the size of your body a large brown eyes...this is just a guess...but are you a lesbian? If you are, I won't judge. I think they are pretty cool, I guess." I mumbled in a whisper, but loud enough for only her to hear.

Her eyes dilated for a second with her mouth agape, only to turn back to life with unclear hand motions. "Y-y-you kn-know m-my m-mother?! Wh-who a-are y-you??? A-and n-no, I-I'm no-t a l-lesbian o-or g-gay!" She replied back with a very bad stutter and whispered yell that sounded very panicked. "Before you jump to conclusions, I am not a stalker. And for me to tell you more, I gotta trust you. You're not making any move to leave, so does that mean you're in a club? Come on, I'll walk you there...then maybe I'll trust you enough to tell you some basic info about me." I stand up, went back over to my desk, and slung my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the door with Haruhi rushing to my side.

"So, can you tell me who you are?" Haruhi asked, but with no stutter at all- I'm impressed.
"Well, didn't you hear the introduction to when I entered the class- alright, alright already."
Haruhi sent me a 'are-you-serious' look when I tilted my head a bit to study her appearance a bit more. "Well, Haruhi, have you heard of the 'Prodigy Child?'"

She nodded her head.

"Do you remember that that child disappeared 6 years ago?"

Another nod.

"Did you know that child was your cousin?"

She stopped walking.

I stopped as well to turn to her.

"Did you know that I'm your cousin?"

She looked at me disbelieving.

"My cousin was a female and named Lisa Konoe, this was said by my own mother. You are a male and is named Maru Kitsune-"

"Don't you find the name 'Kitsune' to be familiar? Your mother requested your father Ranka to send Kurosine Kitsune to check on me a year after she died. He saved me right in the middle of when my mother was abusing me. To hide me from the public, we changed my name and what I look like to one of a males. And I can prove to you that I'm a female if I remove my chest wrappings." I leveled my voice back to my actual female voice, and I watched as Haruhi's expression change to one of more shock as I was explaining. I stood there, waiting for her to reply.